Got this feeling that today doesn't like me Or the air tastes like flowers and paint There's a sink full of bottles and cutlery And the car has got a
He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash Stuck in that permanent smirk Tugging jersey around the beer gut
I count to three and grin You smile and let me in We sit and watch the wall You paint it purple Speech will spill on space Our little cups of grace But
Now that the furniture's returning to its goodwill home With dishes and last week's paper Rumors and elections Crosswords and an unending wars The black
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest Shedding skin faster than skin can grow And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives Words to meet
A soft breeze with slippery concrete black And full of muddy slush Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung On a tunnel of silent shivering trees
So your fields are stubble, garden's done Where the scary scarecrow stands Sees her holding up horizons with her hands She's so tired of reading 'Daddy
Oh, all the words I should not know Those doctors wrote on me Swell up and from their syllable Won't let me get to sleep The sun will start later Clock
Garage sale, Saturday, I need to pay My heart's outstanding bills A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch Some plastic daffodils The cutlery and coffee
Wait until the day says, it's closing And public is put away Write by the light of a pay phone Your list of "I meant to say" Like "Winter comes too soon
It had something to do with the rain Leeching loamy dirt And the way the back lane came alive Half moon whispered, go For a while, I heard you Missing
So you watch the sunrise sinking and she's talking in her sleep A dream of how alone she was tomorrow When you keep all those promises to someone In a
Body is a difficult sister And she loves her And hides her somewhere in herself Safe from harm She's barely coasting into a paycheck Stuck on empty Her
Now the lounge is full of farmers For the 7:30 draw Teammates all left Before they had to buy a round When they pull the 50/50 And I've lost again, I
Morning bright, rise Go over your lines Iron your carefully crafted disguise We'd all like to sing It's easy to sigh To sprinkle a handful of plausible
My city's still breathing but barely it's true Through buildings gone missing like teeth The sidewalks are watching me think about you All sparkled with
Knock, so I'll know you're still there Half listening, interpreting the air Full of failing foreign tongue My dialect of stammer come undone I've got
Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search